Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.